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Summary

Yeah, he gets it. Derek is hot. Derek is really fucking gorgeous, actually, in an almost sinful how the hell are you not Photoshopped kind of way. Unfortunately, Stiles’ body tends to react of its own accord around ridiculously attractive people, so it’s not his fault that he happened to find Derek’s deep, gravelly voice as he thrust Stiles up against his own bedroom wall (and, consequently, the brick wall of the nightclub) a little bit of a turn-on...but just because Stiles sometimes thinks about Derek in a totally non-platonic way, doesn’t mean that he’s in love with him or anything. And, yeah, okay, even if maybe he was starting to, you know, develop actual real feelings for Derek in all the time that he’d been spending with him, that still doesn’t mean that anything could actually ever happen between the two of them.